PACE TWO
THE DAILY TAR HEEL
TUESDAY, MAY 4, 1954
8,000,000 Words
Louis Graves tenure as editor of the Cha
. pel Hill Weekly has run a magnicicent twen
ty year course and come to an end.
There is to be a concession in the editor's
chair (with a retention of Mr. Graves as con
tributing editor) but the Weekly will be with
out a sage and sophisticated pilot.
We are, however happy to hear that Mr.
Graves will now have "available the chance
for rest and travel which he has neglected
for so long to give Chapel Hill and the state
a widely-read and widely-celebrated model
of personal journalism. v
Professor Phillips Russel, himself an ex
emplar of the South's journalists, writing 're
cently a Sunday column for the Greensboro
Daily News, called Mr. Graves, along with .
W. T. Polk and Harry Golden, the finest of
North Carolina's journalistic stylists. JVVe, too,
see him as a sort of colossus bestriding our
narrow world. The informal "I" and the
witty gift of fair and effective presentation
and interpretation characterize Mr. Graves'
style a style which is dexterious enough to
treat humorous and serious matters with the
same amazing readability and deceptive
simplicity.
Perhaps our tribute to this master of the
casual style tends too much toward the past
tense. That tense does not represent our at
titude at all. We doubt if a pen so-prolific as
to turn out upwards of eight million word
for the Weekly will suffer much pause or cut
back. Indeed, we hope that the relaxation of the
onus of administration will accellerate Mr.
Graves to new accomplishments.
We have great need of the colossi.
Mozart For The Masses
The North Carolina Symphony Orchestra
comes home tonight. !
Fourteen years ago, on a May evening
much like this one will be, a young Uni
versity music professor named Benpamin
Swalin led the orchestra in a Chapel Hill
concert. It was the first state symphony orch
estra; it is partially financed now by the
State Legislature.
Mostly, it's for the kids. More than 140,000
of them heard the orchestra play Haydn and
Brahms and Mozart in Durham and Banner
Tar Heel
At Large
'Just In Case Of Fire, Where's The Nearest Exit?'
'Chuck; Hauser
MOilLi OK lHfc KIDS
. . . a N. C. Symphony Orchestra audience
Elk and New Bern last year more school
children than heard any other professional
orchestra.
Tonight at 8:30 in Memorial Hall, as it
does every year, the Symphony will play a
Chape Hill concert, Tne kids will be there,
chfir hair slicked down, anticipating the mu
sic The townspeople will be there, too; Paul
Green, who helped the orchestra get started,
and all the others. And Benjamin Swalin
with his baton, and the members of the Sym
phony that belongs to a state.
Its music is for you. . -
Gracious Living -I
And why, we're wondering, can't the Uni
versity grounds men, who with astonishing
ease can grow green carpets of grass in sandy
soil and lay circuitous, brick walks and make
pre-bloomed azaleas keep blooming and fell
mighty oaks and transform barren parking
lots into things of formal beauty, why can't
these same wonder-men team into pairs, pick
up a few of those green benches that are
clustered around Davie Poplar and remove
them, temporarily, to the yards of dormi
tories, where dorm men and women might
use them daily for studying, boodling, and
contemplating passersby in the best tradition
of Gracious Living in Chapel Hill?
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JOHN HUSSEY
THE OUTDOOR POOL, annual
ly a subject of contention among
sun-loving students, vjQI open
for public use on May 14. Ralph
Casey discussed with me the
other day the reasons for the
relatively "late" opening of the
pool each spring. The Universi
ty, because of high overhead
costs, he explained, cannot af
ford to operate both the indoor
pool and the outdoor pool.
Therefore, the outdoor pool is
not opened until the tempera
mental and unpredictable spring
weather has reached a point
where no more cool spells (such
as we had late last week) are
expected.
IF THE POOL were opened
as soon as weather would per
mit, say the last week in April,
and a cool spell turned up, then
students would have no place to
swim, since the indoor pool
would have been closed simiul
taneously with the opening of
the one outdoors. So, if that an
swers all the questions, I'll see
you out there on the 14th.
A-
MEMO TO fraternities think
ing about refusing South Build
ing's offer of that ' temporary
visiting agreement: You'd better
grab it while you've got the
chance; you're lucky to come out
of the fight with that much left.
Refined Class Cutting
Drew Pearson
SERIOUSLY, the Administra
tion holds all the trumps in this
visiting agreement game we're
playing. I thought, like a lot of
the students involved in the "ne
gotiations," that we certainly
couldn't lose in the thing, and
that we might gain a more lib
eral visiting arrangement. Well,
I was wrong, and .it doesn't make
me feel any better to know that
I'm not alone. Now imports, as
well as coeds, are restricted in
their drinking habits (as to
where they may drink) and in
their hours (in that they must
leave houses by a certain time).
Give student government an "E"
for effort, and let's make the
best of what we've got left. But
if you think you're hurting the
Adminstration in some way by
turning down the new "agree
ment," you're just kidding your
self. Nobody gets hurt but you.
I TURNED-to Bob Gorham in
our Saturday morning economics
class and commented that the
picture of Louis Armstrong on
the front page of the morning
paper "looks just like a gorilla."
Redhead Donna Blair, sitting in
front of us, turned around like
she had been bitten. "What did
you say?" she challenged. "What
did you think" I said?" I asked
her, playing it cagey. "I thought
you said," she shot back at me,
"that that picture looked like a
girl you used to date." . . .Ten
nis, anyone?
ACCORDING TO signs in win
dows of beer joints downtown,
May is "National Tavern Month"
From the looks of things, the
tavern-keepers must have a lob
by working in South Building.
WASHINGTON When G.
David Schine hired a fellow pri
vate to clean his rifle, had a Cad
illac and chauffeur pick him up
at Ft. Dix for weekends and
ducked out of KP and guard duty,
it was not exactly a new exper
ience; in the life of the most spot
lighted private in the history of
the U.S. Army. He did more or
less the same thing at Harvard.
In fact Priv
ate Schine was
born, not with a
silver spoon, but
a whole set of
silver dishes in
his mouth, and
he has never let
anything inter
fere with eating
lushly and hap
pily from every
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one of them.
At Harvard, like the man whd
"cleaned his rifle at Ft. Dix, he
hired a stenographer to attend
classes for him.
She turned up in his dormitory
room in Adams House every
morning at nine, and since it was
against the rules for women to
be in men's dormitories at that
hour, it fell to Seymour Oliver
Simches, a tutor in Adams House,
to ask that G. David observe the
rule.
Young Schine, however, was in
dignant. The woman, he' protest
ed, was his secretary and had to
come to see him every morning
for instructions.
Simches asked Schine why he 1
needed a secretary, and got the
explanation that he did not have
time to attend classes so he sent
his secretary to take notes.
To prove it, Schine produced
a notebook containing complete
lecture notes for the course.
Every word the professor had
said had been taken down in
shorthand and typed out by the
secretary.
Schine also showed Simches a
dictaphone and explained that as
he did his reading, he dictated
important passages and the sec
retary typed them up later.
Note" Since Harvard lectures
are packed with several hundred
people and are attended by Rad
cliffe girls, with attendance tak
en by monitors, it was a simple
matter for the secretary to at
tend classes in place of Schine.
Schine preferred to live alone,
and though one year he did have
a roommate, the rest of the time,
by paying a little more he had a
living room and bedroom all to
himself. For the most part he was
quiet, cold and uncommunicative,
even to the point of being im
polite. . ,
On one occasion, however, he
came down to Simches' room and
asked:
"You're the tutor in this house,
aren't you?"
"Yes," was the reply.
"Then tell me what you think
of this," and he produced a piece
of sheet music.
Simches field is French and
Spanish, not music, and he told
Schine he didn't know what to
think of the song he had written.
"Well, ' I'm going to have it
published," 0. David announced.
A week of so later, Simches
asked Schine how he had made
out, and got the reply that he
couldn't find anyone to publish
the song, but he had solved that
problem by buying his own pub
lishing house. '
Note Schine has written two
songs: "All Of My Loves" and
"Please Say Yes Or It's Good
bye," published by Burke and
Van Heusen.
At Harvard, - young Schine
seemed to suffer from an inferi
ority complex, took the attitude
that people liked him only for
his money; and if anyone got too
friendly, Schine seemed to as
sume that they wanted to use
him. He was a meticulous dresser
and when he went to a dance, he
hired an artist's model to escort
interpreted by some as a way
of compensating for his inferi
ority complex by saying: "Look
at me, -I have the most beautiful
date on the campus."
Those at Harvard who read that
Schine had gone to Europe with
Roy Cohn on an investigating
junket to lord it over State De
partment officials, at first were
surprised. For they had consid
ered him a recluse. On second
thought, however, they figured
this probably tied in with Schine's
inferiority complex, and that the
investigating junket with the
power to throw people out of
jobs gave him a feeling of super
iority necessary to compensate
for his inferiority.
Part of this tendency to retali
ate cropped out at Adams House
when Schine was asked not to
play his piano after 10 p.m.
G. David had his own piano,
and though it was customary not
to. play after ten, he-insisted on
doing so. When asked to stop, his
reaction was that he had paid for
the room and he could do what,
he liked in it.
A few weeks after he was re
buked, the dormitory was awak
ened by a terrific noise somewhat
resembling music.
Schine had imported an elec
tric organ attachment to his pi
ano plus a loudspeaker.
"It's an electric combination
piano-organ," Harvard associates
quoted Schine as saying. "I had
it custom-built myself. It cost
$14,000."
The Eye Of The Horse
Roger Will Cde
("The Horse sees imperfectly, magnifying som
things, minimizing others. . . ." Hipporotis, area
500 B.C.)
THE HORSE was ambling past Law Building oa
the campus, and wearing blinders, of all things!
"The sight of the columns reminds me of doings
I would as lief forget," The Horse growled. "It re
minds me of doings to-day in another setting, a
once hallowed, many-columned shrine of Law; and
I feel slightly ill when the cur
rent desecration is brought to
mind."
The McCarthy Committee do-'
ings in Washington, The Horse
meant?
"Exactly, Roger," The Horse
sighed heavily. "And despite the
end is in sight for Bobbing Rob
Stevens and for The Mad Monk
of Appleton, although the hear
ings give evidence of boresome
longevity, Washington will never be quite the
same."
Oh, come off it! The British had sacked the town
in 1813, and it had made a comeback.
"The scars of honorable battle can be worn
, proudly," The Horse stated sadly, "but not the
scar-tissues left by the suppurating sores of the
materialsitic cynicism which has the nation in a
state of moral prostration."
Was The Horse going to hit the sawdust trail in
the wake of the evangelistic Billy Graham, and this
was just a warm-up?
"Nope," The Horse said. "But what is wrong in
Washington today might be found in the parable
of a sensational evangelist of a past generation.
You ever hear of Billy Sunday?"
Hear of him? I had heard him.
"You remember," The Horse continued, sinking
down on his haunches to make it a rump session,
"Billy Sunday's story of the children in a wealthy
home playing a bit roughly, and an expensive vase .
crashed into smithereens on the floor? You remem
ber that one?" '
Not too clearly.
"Soon, wealthy and social Momma rushed in and'
demanded to know which of the many children had
smashed her beautiful vase, and each child in turn
accused the other, and Momma cried despairingly, -'I
don't know where you children get your lying
ways, with all the care and expense I have been to
in order to raise you properly! I simply don't knout
where you get your lying ways!'
"And just then Momma chanced to look out of
the street window and she saw some acquaintances:
a neighbor couple complete with a passel of child
ren, outside, and looking inquiringly at the curtain
ed windows. So Momma smacked and shushed her
brats, saying, 'Oh dear, here are those Joneses with
their horrible children. Don't make a sound, and
maybe they'll go away! Ohhh, those perfectly ghast
ly people!'
"But the Joneses persisted on the doorbell until
Momma just had to answer the door, and Momma
trilled happily, 'Why, how nice! The Joneses, of all
people! And those lovely and beautiful and so-well
behaved Jones chidren! We were just saying how
nice you all are, and here you are to give us a treat
with your presence! Do come in, we're delighted!"
"And Billy Sunday," The Horse remembered with
a grin, "would yell to his revival-audience: Til tell
you where those kids get their lying ways they
get them from their lying old Mammy!'"
Would The Horse zip up the Billy Sunday parable
for me? It's present significance?
"Yeah," The Horse agreed, "I will. Congress is
a sad spectacle, but it is a mirror of our cynicism,
and materialism, and not just an isolated phenome
non found in Washington. The pursuit of The Al
mighty Dollar occupies us to the exclusion of prin
ciples and even of decency. Where money-making"
is bliss, 'tis folly to be moral. The universal Amer
ican question to-day is, 'Have you made it?, and
not, 'H010 did you make it?' The same goes for
our elected representatives, by and large. With
them, it is, 'Can he get the votes?, and not 'How
does he get the votes?', or, 'Wouldn't it be better
for the country if we lost with another man than
won with this one?' "
I trusted The Horse did not have the recent pres
idential elections in mind?
"Wump!" whumped Mr. Wump from a nearby
bush.
I wondered where Neckly the Giraffe was?
There's no work for him these days," The Horse
said sadly. "With low views abounding, Mr. Wump,
the Frog, alone has employ."
AGNES SCOTT . College, the
girls' school in Georgia made
famous by the well-known paro
dy of the "Ramblin' Wreck"
song, celebrates an annual "Sup
pressed Desires Day." Anybody
second the motion?
The Glee Club Operas: 7 Visual & Auditory Treats'
Ted Rosenthal
Business Manager
AL SHORTT
Night editor for this issue: Rolfe Neill
SENIOR MEMO: If you are la
boring under the delusion that
you have a holiday today, take
a look at the schedule of meet
ings set up for you to attend. I
think I'll go to classes instead.
They'll probably be less painful.
THAT SMELL when you drive
out the Raleigh Road is the
Schwartz Tallow Works, in case
anyone thinks he's running into
an unusually long-range wind
from Washington.
Chuck Hauser, in Friday's The Daily Tar Heel,
ended his' column with the comment: "That comic
opera on TV is as good as the one in Hill Hall
tonight;" of course he was only taking a dig at
the McCarthy hearings, but funny as they may be,
he was wrong!
"Trial By Jury," the Gilbert and Sullivan musical
satire presented by the Department of Music, was
a deftly-handled visual and auditory treat every
thing clicked, and consistent laughter rolled from
the throats of the audience, while engageing sing
ing flowed from those of the cast.
Briefly, the plot is concerned with the trial of
a suit for a breach of promise, the supposed groom
having changed his mind after meeting another
girl. During the court proceedings, Gilbert took
off on the foibles of the British judicial system,
by stereotyping the characters of judge, jury,
court usher, counsels, and the visiting public. Con
flict is finally resolved when the judge agrees to
marry the plaintiff, leaving the defendant free to
wed his new love. j ! '
Bill Trotman gave a riotous performance as the
judge he sang his part with a flair, and his ges
tures and facial expressions. were hilarious. David
Phipps, in the role of court usher, was completely
effective, too; he captured rounds of laughs, and
demonstrated a satisfying robust voice. Owen Nor
ment as the foreman of the jury, William White
sides as the defendant, Barbara Spencer as his new
girl friend, Harvey Whetstone as the counsel for
the plaintiff, John Ludwig as his assistant, and
Martha Ann Boyle as the plaintiff's maid of honor,
all did fine jobs Miss Boyle in- particular did
some very clever clowning. We did feel that Nora
Jane Rumph, playing Angelina the plaintiff, had
rather too delicate a voice for the part.
The choral singing of the bridesmaids, the gen
tlemen of the jury, and the public was all that
could be desired, as was the orchestral accomp
animent of 13 pieces, under the direction of Joe
Carter.
No less good was Gian Carlo Menotti's humor
ous opera, "The Telephone," which opened the
two-part program. It, like "Trial By Jury," con
tains no spoken dialogue; the story revolves about
the difficulties of a boy who has come to propose
marriage to his sweetheart before catching a train
but is repeatedly thwarted by interruptions of the
telephone; he finally triumphs by popping the
question over the phone.
Jan Saxon, starred as Lucy, was utterly charm
ing; her voice was lovely, and her stage presence
ingratiating. We; were particularly attracted, in
passing, by her costume or perhaps the credit
belongs to the way Miss Saxon filled it.
Joel Carter, cast as the ardent but perplexed
swain, gave an excellent performance as Ben,
singing well and conveying the nuances of the
role, adeptly. Walter Golde provided capable piano
accompaniment.
The settings by Charles Billings, costumes by
Marjorie Wyld.?, choreography by Martha Ann
Boyle, and lighting by Georgia Cox, all were good,
and Suzanne Kramer deserves special praise for
the make-up effects she achieved on the jud,je
and the usher.
Particular congratulations go to Donald Deagon,
the production director, for a fine, well-integrated
piece of work, end to the ubiquitous Mr. Carter,
for his efforts as musical director.
We hope to see more programs of this type
in the future, since the talent necessary for them
is obviously present on campus.